Chapter 126

126

Song Xuanhe took out his sketch book and found a small "s" in the lower right corner of the kraft paper.

He took out Xiao yuanmu's chair and sat down. He opened the sketch book, looked at the familiar draft, picked his eyebrows, and then turned back a few pages. All of them were the design draft he had drawn before. One of them was the original drawing of the long windbreaker, which was the first show of "he; Feng" yesterday.

Song Xuanhe was very clear about what he had drawn in his book, so he flipped through it at will and closed the sketch book. It seems that Xiao yuanmu Intentionally brought his sketch book to the United States, and the biggest reason is that his sketch of Xiao yuanmu is more beautiful than himself.

On this thought, song Xuanhe wanted to see the sketch he drew for Xiao yuanmu.

Compared with color, sketch is his weakness, but Xiao yuanmu's one is his rare masterpiece.

Song Xuanhe opened the sketch book again, flipped back and forth according to his memory, but he didn't see the sketch he had drawn. He frowned. He used this book for a long time, and basically could find out the exact number of pages with his fingers. The deviation was no more than three pages, but he flipped back and forth four or five pages, all blank.

Isn't Xiao yuanmu tearing up his sketch?

Song Xuanhe turned back a few pages, but did not find the sketches he had drawn for Xiao yuanmu. He closed the book and put it back in the drawer. After eating the beef, Xiao Huang twisted his butt and wagged his tail. From time to time, he looked at the drawer with eager eyes and hummed, especially coquetry.

"Don't eat it." Song Xuanhe rubbed his head and said, "if you're so fat, you'd better think about how to lose weight."

Xiao Huang looks at him innocently.

Song Xuanhe frowned and said, "you are not like your master at all."

Xiao Huang raised his paws, patted the cupboard, and yelled at Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuanhe pretended not to understand: "go, lose weight."

"Wu Wu Wu..."

Xiao Huang looks at Song Xuanhe from the cupboard door, his eyes full of longing.

The little fat dog with fat body and short legs hummed low, but song Xuanhe walked to the door unimpressed. As he walked, he said: "I can't eat it. If you still eat it, you will..."

In the middle of the conversation, song Xuanhe suddenly stopped and looked at the portraits hanging on the wall in front of him - his sketches of Xiao yuanmu and those of him who did not know. There were eight of them. They were mounted and hung on the wall, and each one could find a very corresponding one.

One is his painting of Xiao yuanmu standing by the window looking out, the other is himself in the garden and having afternoon tea.

This painting that Xiao yuanmu looks out of the window was painted when he saw Xiao yuanmu looking out of the window one time. He created the French window of the apartment and changed it into a sliding window. The furniture around him was also modified for coordination. The only constant thing is Xiao yuanmu's look and action.

Song Xuanhe, who is drinking afternoon tea in another painting, believes that he has never been to such a garden, but the table in the garden feels familiar. However, he can't remember where it is, but these are not the key. The key is that he is looking at a window in the garden, which corresponds to the one in Xiao yuanmu's painting.

There is no need for many people to guess. Even though these two paintings are separate or not hung together, song Xuan and most people who see them can see that the two protagonists in the two paintings are looking at each other.

The same is true of the other six paintings, each of which corresponds to the other. There is another scene in each scene. However, everyone can see that these paintings are made by two different people.

Song Xuanhe had a vague guess about the author of the other four paintings.

This is painted by Xiao yuanmu. 】The system says: [I can analyze the author according to the strokes of each painting and the habit of using the pen. 】

"I know."

Song Xuanhe stepped forward to see these paintings more clearly. His eyes crossed each painting and said, "he has a strong learning ability. If my teacher sees him, he will praise him for his talent."

"Woof, woof, woof!"

Probably because song Xuanhe is indifferent, Xiao Huang, who has given up snacks, runs to the living room and picks up the rope to let song Xuanhe take him for a walk.

Song Xuanhe was pulled back by his voice. After looking at the painting on the wall again, he squatted down to tie the rope to Xiao Huang and took him out of the door.

Xiao Huang probably didn't go out for a long time. As soon as he entered the park, he got excited and ran happily with his tail wagging. Song Xuanhe had to speed up his pace to follow him.

In less than half an hour, song Xuanhe felt more tired than usual when he practiced in the gym for two hours.

When Xiao yuanmu called, song Xuanhe and Xiao Huang were on their way back.

Correctly speaking, it should be song Xuan and little fat dog, who are dragging and lying on the ground, on their way back.

"Where is it?"

Hearing Xiao yuanmu's voice, song Xuanhe is pulling Xiao Huang up the stairs and pulling it up several steps. It's like practicing iron. The only difference is that the one under the rope will wriggle and groan."Take your fat dog home." Song Xuan and no good way: "how do you usually get it back? As I dragged him along the road, several people stopped to scold me, thinking I was abusing dogs. "

Xiao yuanmu gave a smile and said, "if you tell him to go back and eat beef jerky, it will follow you. Beef jerky is in the first drawer on the left side of my study. You can see it when you open it."

Song Xuan and Xiao Huang pulled it up to the last step and said, "before going out, it had already eaten in your study."

Xiao yuanmu pursed nervously at the corner of his mouth. As soon as he was ready to speak, he heard song Xuanhe ask, "when did you take my sketch book?"

"I picked it up by mistake when I was packing." Xiao yuanmu said.

"So." Song Xuan and, um, turned to the topic: "what's the matter with you calling me?"

"Ask if you've eaten." Xiao yuanmu said: "if you don't want to go out, I'll ask Yang Jie to send you lunch. If you want to come out, you can come to our company. There are many good restaurants here."

"All these restaurants need to be reserved." Song Xuan and Tao.

Xiao yuanmu: "no need."

Song Xuanhe reported a restaurant that usually needs to be reserved at least three months in advance.

"I'll let Yang Jie arrange it." But without hesitation, Xiao yuanmu said, "when will you come? Do you want me to pick you up?"

It's not more than ten minutes in total. Instead, driving may be slower because of the traffic jam. Song Xuanhe asked, "do you come to meet me?"

"If you want to."

"No, I'll take your dog back and come over."

"I'll wait for you."

Song Xuanhe sent Xiao Huang back, prepared dog food for him according to Xiao yuanmu's way yesterday, and then changed his clothes before going out.

Xiao yuanmu's company is very close to his apartment. Song Xuan and he walk slowly for only six or seven minutes, but he thinks he arrived early. Unexpectedly, Xiao yuanmu has already been waiting downstairs.

Song Xuanhe said, "I thought you wouldn't waste every minute of your working time."

"Waiting for you is not a waste of time." Xiao yuanmu came up to him, raised his hand to brush his hair, and said, "let's go."

After two seconds in the same place, song Xuanhe raised his legs and said with Xiao yuanmu: "I find that you have changed a lot in the past ten months."

"Is it?" Xiao yuanmu had some interest and asked him, "what are the specific aspects?"

"More talk." Song Xuanhe asked the most obvious question, and then asked what he wanted to ask most: "and become special..."

He found an adjective, but in Xiao yuanmu's slightly curious eyes, the adjective to his mouth was not very easy to say.

Therefore, he can only say: "in short, it is very different from before."

Xiao yuanmu: "because more words?"

"Not all of them." Song Xuanhe said, "for example, you would never have said that" waiting for you is not a waste of time. "

Xiao yuanmu frowned slightly: "don't you like it?"

"Should I like it?" Song Xuan and rhetorical questions.

Xiao yuanmu steps, carefully observed song Xuanhe's expression for a few seconds, the original conclusion: "you like it."

Song Xuanhe

"What makes you think I like." Then song Xuan and his head flashed and asked, "who taught you to talk like this?"

Xiao yuanmu turned his head and resumed his original pace and speed. He said faintly, "why do you think it's someone else's teaching me, not what I want to say?"

"Because now when you say this, it shows that you are guided by people." Song Xuanhe turned his eyes and looked at Xiao yuanmu's self-confident face. He raised his eyebrows and said, "is it Louis?"

Xiao yuanmu asked, "why do you think it's him?"

"Who but him?" Song Xuan said: "it can't be Yang Jie."

Xiao yuanmu: "Louis."

In the face of Xiao yuanmu, who betrayed Louis so quickly, song Xuan and he felt sympathy for Louis for a moment.

Song Xuanhe couldn't help asking, "is Louis your friend?"

Xiao yuanmu: "just a partner."

Feel for Lewis again for a second.

"I always thought Louis was your friend." Song Xuanhe said in a schadenfreude tone that seemed to sympathize: "I believe he thinks so, too. Your ideas are not quite equal. If he knows, he may be a little sad."

Xiaoyuanmu light way: "he just think so."

"Who do you think is your friend?" Song Xuanhe was suddenly curious: "Yang Jie?"

Xiao yuanmu: No

Song Xuan and: "what is Yang Jie?"

Xiao yuanmu: "partner."

Song Xuanhe chuckled: "it seems that everyone is a partner to you."

Xiao yuanmu turned to him and said, "you are not."Song Xuan and a Leng, sipped the mouth, did not answer.

"We don't have the same ideas." "But it doesn't affect our relationship and future," said Xiao

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